Sakura's Poem

Alive she is with the love of the people surrounding her.
The rough life she leads melts away as she flies to another plain.
The life of yesterday is no longer but a sour memory,
But the pain of yesterdays battles still remains.

Battle wounds eventually become bad scars,
such as the life of any mortal rogue such as I.
The ones i have deemed worth of my trust,
they shall only lay eyes of what this one speaks.

Hidden from the rest of the world and their realities,
this shall not see the light of once it was never born.
The scars are too much for one to bear at times,
thus is why she is a statue, a child's doll.

Life plays with her then throws her away when it gets bored,
Once more she is wounded from battle and left to help herself.
The ones who have stuck around through everything with her,
they are the only ones that tend to her wounds.

Battle wounds evenutally become bad scars,
such as the light of any mortal rogue such as I.
the ones i have deemed worthy of my trust,
they shall only lay eyes of what this one speaks.